He opens his eyes and sits back up violently. "Where the fuck am I?!" he touches his nose and notices the blood. He also notices the blood-drenched clothes and screams. "FUCK'S GOIN' ON?!" he looked terrified.

Guards finally turned up, grabbing Skylar and hand cuffing her before dragging her to solitary confinement, undoing the hand cuffs throwing her into the room and locking the door shut. A guard stood by the door making sure she can't get out again. Skylar curled up in the corner shivering and mumbling nonsense to herself again over and over.

Violet found herself falling to the ground when she heard the sound of a loud bang. She slowly turned around finding Skylar with a sauce pan in her hands and the clown guy laying upon the ground. At that moment she remembered why she had been terrified of clowns to begin with. That's when Neissa came back into her life again...For a few days she hand't had any connection with her friend Neissa, but of course if she told anyone about her being back they would just tell her that she's crazy...again. "Yes, I'm fine...just highly terrified."

The brunette began hearing guards running through the halls and instantly went to grabbing Skylar and the creepy clown guy, which she had no other name for at the time. She noticed the guards begin to throw Skylar into solitary confinement and she instantly shot up off the ground and started running towards them and paused right in front of them. "Please let her out. She didn't do anything wrong. The guy was trying to kill all of us and she knocked him out to save my life," she stated with a plea. Of course the guards didn't believe her and lead her back to her room, with Neissa following close behind her. "But I'm telling the truth!" she screamed through the locked door.

After a couple of minutes she gave up on trying to convince the guards who clearly didn't hear her anymore. She plopped down on the bed and sat there with her arms wrapped around her legs, making her believe she would be alright. Of course she won't be alright...ever...there was a clown living in the place she now called home...of course that's because she was forced to live here. The brunette tuned Neissa's words out and eventually passed out.



Casper found himself running down the hall towards where the three voices he heard came from. But once he finally arrived he was too late. He noticed Skylar holding a sauce pan in her hands standing over Jasper's unconcious body. When Jasper violently sat up his eyes widened and there was no denying how confused Casper was at this moment. Guards from all over the place began running in from different directions, taking care of the two who looked as if they were harming each other. He noticed Violet stand up and run towards the guards who were locking Skylar up and began pleading for them to release her.

The male just shook his head in disbelief over what was all going on and figured that he'd just leave it be. After all, he had no idea what was going on and why what had happened happened so he just went back to his room and laid down. "Wow, some of these patients here really are more psychotic than I thought they were," he mumbled to himself as he laid there in a room filled with nothing more than darkness.

That was until it began to engulf him. There was a man standing over him with the very hands that killed his mother, he was slowly leaning down towards him, making him feel as if he couldn't breathe. Everything at that moment began being much more than he could take. He let out a piercing scream, sending guards shooting into his room. Seeing that there was nothing going on in the room the guards shrugged their shoulders and closed the door behind them, getting back to whatever they were doing before.

He shivered and his eye twitched. Did he hurt someone? How many did he kill this time? Why? He punched the wall and ran away, leaving his clubs there. Jasper dropped into the cafeteria and curled up in a corner while drinking a coca-cola. He rocked back and forth as he felt his sanity begin to dim. He just needed to be in the dark and relax, he'd be good and friendly. Which that wicked face paint didn't help at all. He reached for his pockets and found his clubs to be missing, so he grabbed a pan and jumped at the flickering light, bashing it and almost getting eletrocuted. He threw the pan onto the ground and drank the whole bottle in a swig. He was extremely terrified as he didn't want to hurt anybody. Jasper's think pan was just rusty, that's all... He shivered back to the corner of the room and grabbed a knife, pointing him towards himself and smiling.

Casper found himself being restless and he couldn't get himself to just stay in this room alone any longer. He couldn't take the engulfing darkness circling around him or the man who killed his mother constantly making himself known. So once again he picked the lock to let himself out and felt his stomach growl. He made his ways through the halls looking for the cafeteria. He had to keep himself quiet because the guards were on major look out now because of everything that went down in the hours before. Once he finally made it to the cafeteria, he stepped inside and began looking through the food to find something to eat. But as he was doing so, he heard a bit of rummaging around towards one of the corners of the room.

He found himself walking towards the noise and noticed he was looking right at the clown who was holding a knife straight at his heart. He slowly found himself sitting on the floor in front of him. "I understand things can be hard, but this is no way to get yourself out," he stated in a calm voice, trying to make him remove the knife from his chest.

Jasper looked up at the man who approached him. "I won't harm anyone else. It's better this way..." he pointed the knife against his throat and laughed as he pressed it against it, bleeding a little bit. He couldn't do it. He couldn't burry it in deeper, even though he slashed and hacked others with a chainsaw. Jasper couldn't imagine the pain he caused others. He grabbed the knife harder before his hands started shaking and dropped it. He looked at them and all the blood in his clothes and his eye started twitching vigorously. He knew what was behind the asylum. What was its goal. He shut his mouth tight and punched the ground and bit his tongue.

Casper nodded his head, "I understand why you would feel that way. I've killed many people in the past as well and I know our reasons for doing so are probably completely different, but if you believe in yourself you can change." At that moment he couldn't believe the words he was saying, those were the words his psychiatrist always told him, the words he never seemed to believe. But now he was saying them to someone else. He just sat there in silence without another word.

He looked up at him. "That's probably right..." he shoved his hands in his hoodie and walked past him. He stopped at the middle of the cafeteria and looked back at him. "Name's Jasper." He says as he is about to grab the handle and leave the cafeteria. His hand stops and goes back in his pockets. Jasper turned around and faced him with a serious look. "How many?... Guilty or innocent."

The door opened to the room Skylar was being held in, the light hurting her eye's as they had adjusted to the dark.
"Get out.." The guard said emotionally, he was the guard she had stabbed with the shard of glass. She got up, her legs stiff from not moving for ages, still covered in dried blood.
"Hold out your hands." The guard commanded and she did as he asked, hand cuffs being put very tightly on her wrists. He dragged her harshly to the showers throwing a new set of clothes at her and a towel. "You have 15 minuets, if you're not done by then I'll drag you out no matter what state you're in..." Skylar sighed looking over at Celia. "Come on" She went into one of the cubicles cleaning the blood of herself before changing into a fresh set of gowns. The guard walked over to her uncuffing her hands and connecting each one to a chain around her belt making sure the cuffs were far too tight. "Could you loosen them a bit please?" She said in a quiet voice. He laughed slightly, spitting in her face before throwing her to the ground taking a baton from him belt and hitting her repetitively in the ribs with it, cracking noises being herd. Skylar kept crying out but no one came. He eventually stopped, putting his baton back and hulling her up. "Now were even." He dragged her threw the halls to the day room slinging her on a chair at the back, she cried out in pain as it hurt her broken ribs. "Don't tell anyone what happened, they won't believe you over me anyway." He snarled walking away.

He shook his head violently and left. "Don't even wanna know." he shoved his hands in his pockets and felt something. He slowly pulled them out to see it were his clubs. He thought he dropped them. Jasper rushed through the hallways in a fast-paced walking motion. Then he heard crying and other violent sounds... Violence usually made him go mad but his head hurt. He followed them and saw Skylar being thrown in the day room by a weird guy. Jasper walked towards her and the same staff guy went past him, bumping into his shoulder violently. "Should I kill him?... No... 35 people is enough..." He headed towards the corner of the room she was sitting and satt by her side. "Hey... I'm sorry. For yesterday that is..." he remembered how he killed 5 staff members but shook the thought away and looked at her.

She back away from him slightly. "I-it's ok... Shhh Celia...forgive and forget..." She said looking at an empty space next to her. She was still clutching her ribs her hands in shackles.

She back away from him slightly. "I-it's ok... Shhh Celia...forgive and forget..." She said looking at an empty space next to her. She was still clutching her ribs her hands in shackles.

Jasper sighed and grabbed the shackles. "Why do you have these?" he said as he started picking them with one of his many lockpicks. "I heard the comotion. What happened?" he whispered as he openned them.

Her wrists are red from were they were too tight. "Cause they don't trust me...they say I'm mad and a danger to others..." She says mainly trying to ignore the last question.

He chuckled. "Maybe you are. Maybe you're not. I certainly am. But by the screaming i heard it seems someone else is dangerous, not you." he said with a comforting smile on his face. It was hard for him to look sweet with that clown tattoo but he tried.

She smiles a little, fiddling with her hands in her lap, her branding scars unintentionally on show. "So what was going through your mind when you got that tattoo I must have been extortionately painful." She joked smiling a bit more despite her ribs hurting.

Violet awoke in her empty, freezing room with a stretch. She stood up from her bed and instantly wrapped her jacket around her before walking over to the only window in her room. She looked outside with an expressionless face. She missed the sun, the way the heat beat down upon her pale skin, but most of all being able to interact with people who weren't insane. Before she was locked up in here she had a boyfriend, but once he found out where she was going that was the end of it. He didn't want to be known as the man who was dating a psycho. The brunette let out a sigh as she heard the door being opened and just like every morning the doctors came in with a trey of breakfast and a new set of gowns.

"How did you sleep?" the doctor asked her just like every other morning.

Violet shrugged her shoulders and turned towards the woman, "Fine...I guess," she answered as she thought back to the night before. She still didn't fully understand everything that was going on, but she just decided it would be best to leave the matter alone. The doctor then made her way out of the room, closing her door behind her. Violet changed into her clean gown before opening her door and bringing her trey out into the day room.

That's where she noticed that the clown guy was out of his room and Skylar was the one who had the shackles upon her wrists and strangely enough they were communicating. It was odd, but none of her business. She sat down at one of the empty tables and sat her trey upon the table before digging into her meal everyone passes off as food around here. As she ate she began to hum to herself a little melody that her mother used to sing to her every night before she went to bed.

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Casper stood there in silence when Jasper asked him about how many people he killed and whether they were guilty or not. It's been a while since he thought about all of that, but couldn't let an answer escape his lips. Thankfully the male decided to push the question aside before leaving the cafeteria. He followed after him, leaving the cafeteria himself and went into the day room. He noticed Jasper making his way over towards Skylar and he just stood there, watching as everything began to happen between the two of them. Though after standing there for a couple seconds he decided to sit down in one of the empty chairs. That's when he noticed the girl Skylar helped walk in with a trey of food. She looked as if there were something on her mind, as if something was bothering her.

If there was one thing he was happy he learned while he was pursuing his serial killer job, it was being able to read body language better than he used to be able to. He continued to glance around the room and watch everyone as they went on with their daily routines, nothing interesting ever seemed to happen around here. The closest to interesting is the rare newcomer into the psychotic family of insane people. Of course most of the patients here in this place didn't need the help everyone insists on giving them, but nobody seems to realize that.

Skylar got up to get something for breakfast wincing, she came back with a tray of what they called breakfast. "I know it's ridiculous isn't Celia, you need to eat as much as the rest of us do... even though the food's shit." She looked around not knowing where to sit, lots of the people in the room looking almost scared of her especially after what happened and the fact she talking to herself again.

Violet noticed Skylar walk in with a trey of food and begin looking for a place to sit. She let out a soft sigh and looked to her, "Skylar, you can sit here if you'd like," she stated with her low, emotionless voice. She knew that Skylar was having a hard time here in this supposed asylum, but she had a feeling this place was something more than what everyone thought. After all, there were some patients who went into a checkup room and never returned. For whatever reason it was, she doesn't believe it was a good reason.

"Thanks." She smiled slightly sitting down with a wince. "The kitchen staff are really mean here, they wouldn't even given Celia anything to eat... I swear they're starving her or something...." She looked at an empty space beside her "exactly..."

Violet nodded her head, "Oh, I'm sorry about that," she stated. She took a sip of her water before speaking up, "So, um, how long have you known Celia?" she asked, trying to strike conversation. At this moment she began wondering if she was able to see Neissa. Nobody ever seems to be able to see her and it always made her feel like she was crazy, but then again...maybe she was like everyone makes her out to be.

He looked around and felt his stomach rumbling, so he walked in the cafeteria. Jasper saw both his female acquaitances sitting together but he was feeling extremely bad for yesterday. He had swapped clothes and was now wearing a black T-shirt, black sweatpants and some random purple trainers. He grabbed a Faygo and took a swig on the 2 liter bottle and looked at it. "Grape. My favourite." he slammed the fridge door shut. "I love these. Figure they have them here on the asylum for how cheap they are. And as no one else drinks it..." he had a big swig and sighed of happiness. Then Jasper proceeded to grab some dry bread that no one wanted, and sat in a corner and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to a sitting position. "Everything tastes good with Faygo..." He put his hand on his forehead and looked at the floor.

Skylar got up "I'll be back in a minuet..." walking down the empty halls she stole some bandages from first aid to wrap around her ribs. The guard who she had the commotion with earlier passed her, looking down "Where are your cuffs?" He snarled at her grabbing her wrists. "let go!" She shouted at him trying to pull her wrists away. "Make me!" He replied, taking out a sharp pen knife he presses it against her throat drawing some blood. She kicks him in the privates, the knife falling to the ground and she runs as fast as she can. The guard calls more guards over saying she attacked him with a pen knife, they all start running after her. "Help!" She shouts running past the cafeteria.

He hears the commotion and immediately throws the Faygo on the floor, lunging into the hallway. He sees her running away from a few guards and turns left, sprinting through a shortcut. Then he stops in a corner. As the footsteps begin to approach he grabs her from behind and covers her mouth. He quickly backstepped and leaned against the dark hallway as the guards ran by. He uncovered her mouth and grabbed her hand, leading her into a storage room and closing the door. "What happened?" he said as he grabbed her shoulders.

Skylar is pale and shaking. "I-I was stealing some bandages from first aid when the guard n-noticed i wasn't wearing cuffs then he a-attacked me with a pen knife and told the other guards I attacked him... C-can we secure this room... I can't go back into solitary..." She says quickly panicking.